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"Envy my husband," Sophie repeated softly, laughing them out more than speaking them, as she found his words amusing. "I shall tell him you find him so." She returned the teased, finding it humorous to talk in pretend with him. She could not imagine marrying any one but him, but if she had then these words would be spoken in a much different tone.

He teased her about swimming, and Sophie lifted her lace gloved hand and covered her face for a moment. "Did you not think I too brazen?" She countered, not admitting she was spying but knowing that she did linger, drawn in by the sight of him. She had never seen such a man before, and to see one bare in all aspects had been shocking--and educational . . . and . . . well she liked it. Looking away had not happened. Even if she had known she needed too. "I have often wondered how you knew it was I." She asked, looking into his face and smiling. No longer timid to ask him as they were now married, and she knew everything had found its place. She had found her place.

The idea of swimming with him brought a blush to her cheeks. It was too brazen but at the same time . . . she wanted it. She wanted it with him. "Perhaps soon then." She suggested. "Though I do not know how to swim. I have never been in water deeper than my knees."

It was a good day he admitted, and it was then Sophie knew what was different. He was . . . happy. He looked so happy. It was in the way he grinned down at her, and in the way he spoke. It was unlike him to be so open and on display. The way he was looking at her made her belly tighten, and her breathing slow. He could do that just by looking at her.

"sweet Sophie?" The use of her name, made her wish this moment was different. That she was not whom she was, and he was anyone but whom he was. That she could lean in and just be with him. "For mine has become even better being in your luminating presence!" Blinking up at him, she slowly smiled. Not a bright one, but a hesitant 'I am unable to stop myself from smiling around you and I know I need to hide it' smile.

"Someone will hear you." She reminded him, knowing this was not a place for him to call her sweet, and speak such words to her. No matter how nice they were to hear. "This is your mother's home." A reminder they might both need since she enjoyed the words he spoke as well.

Sophia watched him as he gave his name, and found herself with an easy smile at the name he gave. She knew that in her world, one of rules and nobles, that he sounds has introduced himself as Mr. Bridgerton. However, she liked that he gave his name. That she knew something about him, that she shouldn't have known right away. Even if it was just a name. "Mr. Bridgerton," Benedict. She repeated in acknowledgment.

He moved over to the area where he would world, and Sophia trailed slowly behind him--mindful to keep the proper distance--while also looking over the area. "Convey?" She asked with open curiosity. "I was unable aware that paintings did such a thing." She had seen paintings of people but they always looked . . . stoic. Her father always looked as he did. Still and powerful, and untouchable.

Sophia had ended up near where she imagined she was supposed to sit for hours, unmoving while he painted her. She turned to look at Benedict. She knew better than to call him that aloud, but her mind enjoyed it. It was bold, and daring, and a small rule she was breaking--if only in her mind.

The light was toward her, which was put in in partial shadow, but she still could see his face. "How does one convey something in a painting that does not move?" It was not condensing, but curiosity, and a little bewilderment that was in her face and tone. She honestly wanted to know.

She could climb on his lap. Forget the dress and the paint--she could do it. Yet she knew that replacing the dress would be pointless coin wasted, but she was so tempted. It would be simple to climb over his legs and let the kiss take them away. And yet, her husband was smarter than she, and pulled himself away.

He told her that he had news. It was enough to pull her from her passionate thoughts and back into the moment, and the morning. He'd been called to . . MAYFAIR? Sophie exhaled softly and her hands lifted to his cheeks. "That is incredible!" She told him, her voice held the excitement and proudness that she felt. Bending down the lightly kissed his lips once more. "You have finally caught the attention your work deserves!"

Mayfair! How grand! It was so far away, and it was . . . in . . . London. The city. With the nobles. With her step-mother. Sophie held her smile, but she knew that this would be a conversation they would need to have. He knew of her past. And yet, it was long ago. And maybe with a husband she would be safer. Maybe they would not be anywhere near her step-family. Bending to kiss him again, she pulled back and smiled down at him. She would not ruin this moment for him with her fears.

"When?" She asked, reaching up to brush some of his hair back from his handsome face.

Leave it to her beloved to be able to make their past something light and teasable. "You should do well to remember, sir, that I am now a married woman." She teased him in return. How wonderful that there was nothing between them now. Not her status or reservations about causing a scandal. Just Sophie. Just Ben. Just love. .

He asked about how she planned to tire him, and Sophie could only look into his eyes as she tried to think of something scandaless to day, but she had not known of the passions until recently. She could only think of what they had already done, and know that soon her husband would help her explore the more that there could be.

And yet, once again, leave it to him to bring a laugh to her lips, and a blush to her cheeks. "I still say I was not spying." She pointlessly insisted. And yet, could not look away from him. "Do you think we could?" The idea of swimming naked with him. She wanted that too.

It was well after midnight. Everyone was sleeping in the house. Since it was warm for this time of year, most rooms did not even have a fire lit to give some light. It left the house lit only by the unusually bright moon and stars in the sky. Sophie thought it should be raining. It should be a cold raining night, filled with thunder and wind. That would at least be fitting for her thoughts.

For tonight she needed to leave the house. She needed to once again disappear into the night. Only the first time it had been to escape from her step-mother. And the second was to escape drunken entitled men. And this time . . . this time hurt the worst. This time might break her. Might destroy her. Because this time she was leaving to protect the man she loved.

Knowing she could leave him with no explanation, Sophie had a letter for him. Only she dare not try to leave it for him. If he found her leaving it then he would not let her go. She knew he would not. She knew that Benedict would fight for her, and she feared that he would win. Only she knew that if she stayed it would ruin him. She had learned that her step-mother had summoned the police over the shoe clip. She would be arrested, and he would be humiliated for loving not only a 'thief' (even if she was innocent, who would believe her?) and a child born out of wedlock.

So instead of risking leaving it for Benedict, she turned to his favorite sister. Slipping into Eloise's room, Sophie walked quietly toward the bed, trying to wipe away the tears that would not stop falling. "Miss Bridgerton?" She whispered, once twice, three times with no answer. "MISS BRIDGERTON!" She whispered louder trying to wake the girl.

Mondern AU Bio

Sophie was born to a loving mother, and a father who wanted nothing to do with her. However when her mother died, her father let her come live with him and his family. She never really fit in with them. She was 8 when he died and her new step-mother was all she had left. She ended up working in the house. At first it was called chores, but as she got older she was told the work she did payed for her place to live.

When she turned 18 she stayed as she had no where else to go. That lasted only 2 years as she left as soon as she could . . . but not before stealing her step mother's fancy silver dress for a night out at an upper class masked ball. Once her step-mother found out she said Sophie had ruined the expensive dress and called the police. Sophie left before they could come and never saw that family again.

Sophie is working as a cleaner in a hotel while trying to attend college. She loved the gossip column, and twitter. She has no idea what she wants out of life, but she is excited to find it.